She was a good drunk. And so was Yi Jung. None of those crying-incoherently-drunk, or you-cross-me-I'll-kill-you drunk, of that she was sure, since they were able to participate in the concert those three men performed. A strange kind of concert in a small private hall she had to admit, but a concert nonetheless. They even had their moment on the stage after one of the Elvises performed a couple of songs.
Those three Elvises dropped them in front of the hotel after gave them a tour around the city in a bright pink Cadillac. They seemed to like them a lot, especially after Yi Jung gave them a 500 dollars tip each.
'They even gave us the ring, sunbae!' she exclaimed excitedly as she waved her hand goodbye to the parting car. Miraculously, they arrived at Yi Jung's room safe and sound. She stumbled inside the room while he closed the door behind.
'No!' she exclaimed loudly as the sharp part on the door caught the fabric of her dress. She was wearing a white chiffon dress, sleeveless and tight on top but loose and layered on the bottom half. She watched in horror as a rip appeared in the white soft material, gone half her monthly salary in a second. 'I just bought this dress last week,' she groaned and pulled her dress apart from the door. It only helped the rip lengthen, and still left a string attached to the door.
Yi Jung chuckled but instead of helping he ripped her dress altogether.
'Sunbae!' she said loudly in surprise, looking at the state of her dress, but then giggled uncontrollably and let him take off her dress altogether. Why was it that everything seemed so funny in a hazy alcohol induced world? Her giggles stopped abruptly as she realized her companion had stopped dead in his track. Staring at her with such intensity she felt her skin scorched from the heat.
'What is it, sunbae?' she asked him somewhat innocently.
He didn't answer; instead he closed their gap in such incredible time lapse. His movement seemed slow and languid in execution, but it only took him seconds to complete. One hand flew to the back of her head, pulled her softly until her face rested on his chest, another one moved slowly on her back, drawing small circles on her spine, sending her body shivered in anticipation.
'You feel so good,' he buried his face on her hair before he lifted her chin and he did not wait another second before his mouth landed on hers.
He was a good kisser. He didn't force his tongue straight into her mouth. Instead, he nibbled her lips softly at first. His warm tongue probing slowly as she parted her mouth wider. He didn't try to dominate when their tongues met, but instead he let her explore his, tasting the sweet mixture of her cocktails as she savored the lingering taste of strong liquor in his.
He rested her back on the wall; his hand had left her long velvety hair and traveled south slowly. She didn't know when exactly he unlatched the hook of her bra, he must have done it in one swift stroke, but her breath stopped momentarily as she felt his right hand started touching the tip of her breast. It's one of those moments where everything seemed so right, and she soon found her way to do the same to him as her fingers started to undo the buttons of his shirt. Feeling elated as she felt his skin was finally touching hers.
They must have moved their way to the center of the room because the next thing she remembered was her sitting on his laps on the soft couch. His hands were all over her body. Caressing one part before moving slowly to the next target, all the way sending the signal to her nerves and made her arousal seemed to go ever higher.
She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and said hello at last to the hard object in his boxer. She giggles as she carefully inspected the shape. It looked…. ugly, to be honest. But fascinating at the same time. She couldn't stop herself from touching it.
'Do you have special name for it?' she carefully held it in her hands. It was warm and she could feel it throbbing on her palm. She let one finger draw a line on its surface gently, 'Jan Di said she called Jun Pyo sunbae's… mmppphhh…'
She bit her lower lip as his finger plunged deep into her.
No one had ever done things like this to her. Not because she's a prude and never wanted to have someone to ever touch her like that, but because all the boys she knew paled in comparison against him.
'Do you want me to continue?' his warm dark chocolate eyes looked intensely into hers, his finger still worked wonder inside her. Made her squirm and shiver on his laps. She couldn't do anything else besides nodding and said 'Mmmmhhh…sunbae…..'
She winced as the recollection of their escapade last night started to flow back into her brain, hitting her repeatedly on the head with a baseball bat in a full force.
Yi Jung turned off his phone at last. He had talked on his cell phone for God knows how long, taking call after call after call. Woo Bin had called for another round of room service since no one felt like going out for lunch. Ga Eul told him she did not feel hungry at all, but Ji Hoo persuaded her to have at least a bowl of hot chicken soup and toast so as not to put much strain on her stomach. She followed the would-be-doctor half heartedly.
'That was my dad,' Yi Jung shared the news with them grimly.
'And?' Woo Bin looked at him with serious look.
'And he said it's already made the news in Korea. God, how do they find out so quickly?' he rubbed his temple impatiently before settled down on one of the couches. 'Come to think of it one of those Elv.. I meant those guys, looked Asian. He must have guessed..' his voice trailed as he glanced at Ga Eul, shrinking on her seat.
'You can get it annulled once you get back to Korea, can't you?' Ji Hoo tried to be the voice of reason, shared his opinion as he ate a small bowl of penne with a lot of parmesan on top.
'I've talked about it with him, my dad, but since the news had already all over the media – can you believe they made it into feature story in one of the newspaper? Damn those gossip mongers - it would give the museum bad reputation. After all we have a lot of those so called highly respectable donors' Yi Jung glanced at Ga Eul, 'We might have to go through with this, Ga Eul.'
'Whwwhaaat?' She spluttered incoherently. No, this was not happening. 'I can't just get married to you like this. What about my parents? I know they really don't care who I'm dating and they will actually be happy to see me getting married to any man at all. They've been thinking I was some kind of lesbian this past four years, but that's not the point. What about my work, my students?' She looked at him like he was proposing them to run through a brick wall, or run along the strip mall naked in winter. Only worse.
Yi Jung recovered quickly after coughing at the word lesbian. 'Think about it, Ga Eul. If we have it annulled tomorrow, it will also hurt your career. And your life, come to think of it.' He looked at her in honest regret. Ji Hoo and Woo Bin seemed to be lost in thought before they nodded almost collectively.
'He's right, Ga Eul.' Woo Bin mused as he sipped his coffee, 'You don't know how bad it will affect you if the media get the full story. It will be twisted and turned like you won't believe. And they won't leave you alone no matter what. That's the worst.'
'Just think it over, Ga Eul.' Ji Hoo offered his view. 'We'll have to be back this evening anyway. Try to calm down a bit, at least in front of the press.' He turned his head to Yi Jung. 'I get the feeling they will be outside the hotel right this very moment. We have to get ready for them.'
Why couldn't things like this happen to Jan Di? Ga Eul covered her face in defeat. Oh she loved her friend dearly and she never wanted anything bad ever happened to her, but Jan Di had at least been dating Jun Pyo for the past four years. It's high time for them to get hitched and make lots of babies anyway. Ga Eul felt once again the bile rising in her throat. She jumped off the couch to go to the bathroom in record speed. She barely closed the door before scrunched down and poured the content of her stomach into the toilet bowl. She would never touch alcohol ever again. Never. Ever. Not even in the afterlife.